Today’s guest pictures were sent by my neighbour Liz. They may not look much at first sight as all they show is a small crack appearing in a path which is part of Gaskell’s walk but they are quite ominous.
It is hard to show in pictures but the path runs along the top of a very steep bank which towers above the Wauchope Water. If this is a sign of a potential landslip in that bank, the results of a slip could be very bad. Liz has reported the crack to the landowner and we will see if anything is to be done.
We had another grey day and while Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing in the church choir, I walked up to the Archive Centre where I did some administrative tasks and put another week of the newspaper index into the Archive Database.
When I got home, Mrs Tootlepedal had returned from church and was triumphantly planting the very last of her spring bulbs just in the nick of time.
I hope to have some wonderful pictures of the results in springtime….or just some quite ordinary pictures of the wonderful results, depending on how you look at it.
It wasn’t a day for catching fleeting birds but a couple of blackbirds obligingly posed in front of the kitchen window.
…and a robin turned up too.
It was a windy and unsympathetic day so rather than battle with the elements on a bicycle, I rang up Sandy and suggested a short walk after lunch. As he was in the middle of ironing shirts, he was only too happy to be distracted and we met at the Scholars’ Field and walked round the Castleholm.
The paths were muddy and slippery and it started to rain at the very moment when we started to walk so we didn’t spend much time looking for interesting things but strode out briskly. Nevertheless, we couldn’t miss some striking fungus.
There were two different sorts on the same tree.
Further along the path, we came to a tree which was festooned with fungus on every side. If you looked up, you could see some….
…and if you looked down you could see some….
…and if you went round the back, you could see some more.
There was stuff that might have been fungus…
…and we could have stayed for a long time trying to get the perfect shot….
…if there had been any light and if it hadn’t been raining quite steadily.
We splodged onwards.
The amount of fungus growing on it meant that it was no surprise to see that the tree was struggling.
We suspect that the rest of the tree may not be long for the world.
We walked down to the river at the far point of the walk and even the miserable day couldn’t spoil one of my favourite views for me.
As we walked back, I took a picture of the Langholm Cricket Club pitch and pavilion….
….by way of contrast to the literal and metaphorical sunshine surrounding England’s test cricketers today in South Africa.
When we got to the Langholm Bridge, our ways parted as Sandy had an errand to fulfil in the High Street and I went home across the bridge.
On the right, you can see the large gravel bank that has been deposited in the river by the recent flood. Opinions on whether it should be scooped out and taken away before the next flood comes are likely to be varied.
Sandy finished his errand and called in at the house for a dropped scone or three and a new year glass of port to go with it. (For those who doubt whether a glass of port really goes with a dropped scone, I can assure them that a glass of port goes with almost anything.)
After Sandy left, with the choirs starting again soon, I spent some time trying to remember how to sing and beginning to learn off by heart a song which we are probably going to sing with our Carlisle choir in a competition. I used to have a very satisfactory memory when I was young but one of the pains of the passing of the years is how difficult I find it is to remember almost anything now. Even remembering to practise is tricky.
I am not spending very much money on bird seed at the moment for the simple reason that we are not getting many visitors to the feeder. I hope that this is because there is still plenty of food in the wider world and not because they have had a bad breeding year.
The result is that flying birds are hard to come by at the moment and I didn’t take good pictures of two of them today.